The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 299: what you’re looking at

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294 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. Ben thought it best to assert this in order to lay claim to the money in-the event of Flin’s death ; and, fortunately for his assertion, they had taken their berths both in the same name. ‘We could do it,” he added, “‘ very quietly between us. * Could we ?” ‘IT can’t bear to see him in such pain.” ‘It must wring your affectionate heart!” replied the surgeon, with an ironical smile. ‘Of course it does,” growled Ben, trying to get up a tear—but it would not do; “still, if you think we had better wait till morning, I ain’t in no sort of hurry.” ‘“‘ Very considerate, indeed. Well, my good man, I do think it better to wait till the morning—the paroxysm may abate.” | His listener shook his head doubtingly, and declared that he knew better. ‘“‘ People,” he said, “‘ never got over the ’phoby.” Despite the resistance of the maniac—for such the wretched Flin had become—the doctor succeeded in bleeding him. The stream, which at first flowed thick and sluggishly, after a minute or two came freely. The quantity which they took was considerable, so much so that the patient fainted from sheer exhaustion. Ben could not help thinking, as he gazed on his companion in crime, how easy it would be to put him out of his misery while in that helpless state; and, had COniiclooecl SS (SO